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Subject: Dominating My Dirty Dad in the Dark 3 It was the following Friday night in late February. Naked, I looked in the mirror while standing in my basement bedroom. I was ready for my next encounter with Dad in the dark, hard and leaking, and I was no longer nervous. I'd showered but kept it light and less soapy, mostly my ass since he liked rimming. No deodorant or perfume this time, just like he'd wanted Carlos to be. I took a final whiff under my arms. Eh, a hint of musk, but it'd be stronger during sex, provided I sweated enough. But I couldn't afford to risk hooking up with Dad every night. I wanted to so badly, but I couldn't. I tried to keep our affair as masked and mysterious as it was supposed to be. I was still a shitty excuse for a son, though. The lengths I'd gone through just to have Dad how I needed to have him. We'd chatted online even more than ever, for hours and hours. He'd told me so many more personal things. I'd had to fight really hard not to let my heart get in the way. I'd been so close to expressing my love, but I wanted my Carlos disguise to seem reserved but still caring. Our meaningful connection tore me apart because I was betraying my own father by toying with him as another man. I was only lucky that part of Carlos' charm was to remain mysterious since Dad was fascinated by the mystery. It was to my great benefit that he loved being used and taken advantage of by a faceless figure. So, I'd continue dominating him in the dark. Besides, I still remembered when he'd once said he didn't always care who the man was as long as he was used. God, what a beautiful father I had who looked like a fashion catalog model for being in his forties. I was ready to enjoy his smooth, lean, and toned body for another night and another snuggle, especially his small butt and hole that were smooth. (I wouldn't have minded some hair, though.) My "big and brown hunk of meat" would be used by his willing holes once again, my real pink one forever masked. I'd tested the waters the past week and asked him if he'd ever date a blue-eyed blond with a typical Nordic face. He'd just said, "Meh, I'd rather have you." If he only knew. At least I had the smooth body of a jock with a big cock for being almost twenty-three, which helped since he'd have to feel me. I was hot, just not his version of hot, which was typically hairy men of color. And it always put a frown on my face. I grabbed my phone and texted him, telling him to leave the front door open and stay put until I got there. He knew the drill. As usual, I waited enough minutes to make my arrival seem more plausible. With Dad always thinking I was at a friend's watching a sports game whenever we hooked up, I never had to worry about anything. I opened my door, sneaking all the way up to the second floor, pitch-dark everywhere. I opened Dad's room door, entered, and closed the door. "I'm on the bed, Carlos." His deep, sexy voice made me precum even more. Submissive and masculine: a hot combination. I took a few steps toward him and stopped by the edge of the bed, waiting until he scooted away to make room for me. Once I joined him, I held him in my big and muscly arms and made out with him. My insides were all molten whenever we were intimate. His kisses, his embrace, his manly smells...it would always be surreal as long as we kept doing this, as long as I kept fucking my own father. I loved the feeling of his smooth body, his natural scent of man with more musk than the other two times because of no deodorant and little to no soap. "I missed you," Dad said in a hungry tone with a hint of emotion. I missed him too, even though I saw him every day. I still watched the porn videos he recorded, always getting fucked. But ever since Carlos had come to the picture, he'd recorded fewer of them. Why was that? He'd never mentioned it, just my observation. Maybe he really was falling for me and felt conflicted between his sex work and me. I didn't want him to have to quit, but at the same time, I was more jealous than ever of all those men fucking him. I knew it was a job, and a valid one, but I couldn't get over the fact that he was still sharing his body with others. I didn't want to be possessive, even though I probably was. I fought hard not to be, but the more we hooked up, the more I fell for him all over again. It changed everything. He gently pushed me to lie on my back and lowered himself to my hard, leaking cock. He put his mouth on it and sucked as if addicted to it. His vacuum-like mouth threatened to make me shoot because I'd been jerking off less often as a way to save my load for these hookups. Dominating him in the dark had been the most-intense sex of my life, and saving my load for these nights was completely worth it. Dad slurped and licked down the shaft to my balls and sucked them too. He started stroking my cock while devouring my balls. "Fuck, you're gonna make me close doing that." "Mmhmm..." I lifted my butt up and pushed his face toward it to feel his masterful tongue in my virgin hole. It was weird how I was a total top and would never consider bottoming for anyone. But if I ever did get fucked, Dad would be the only one allowed to do it. Still, all anyone could ever do to my ass was eat it. After fucking my hole with his tongue and sucking the anus, he returned to sucking my balls while jerking my cock off again. "I want your cum, Carlos. Please, Sir?" Sir. I liked that, but it was never consistent. He still called me by my fake name more often than not. Maybe it emphasized how turned on he was by a Latino by calling a Spanish name. Who knew? But he istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info/) was mine, and I'd use him whenever I wanted. He was my dirty dad, and I loved him more than anything. I breathed harder while he kept at it with his skilled mouth. I knew I'd come twice. So, shooting now wouldn't be a big deal. I'd fill both holes because I planned to fuck his hot, dirty-daddy ass. "I need your cum. My mouth is a dirty hole for you to fuck without my permission." Oh, shit, Dad... "Use my mouth, Carlos." He slurped my balls noisily while his hand motioned faster, my cock overflowing with precum until I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his hair by force and jammed my cock inside mouth, almost choking him until I realized I didn't want to hurt him. Still, I fucked his throat, just not brutally. "Suck this big brown Latin cock, you dirty fucking whore." That made him moan even louder, and he jerked himself off really quickly. He loved this. He loved being used and taken advantage of. "My nasty slut." More loud moans, almost a whimper as if fully submitting to me from pure arousal. He stroked faster and faster until he groaned with a mouthful of my cock, presumably shooting his load. Yep, it hit my leg in thick wads. I fucked his throat in a rapid pace, sweat starting to form. His gurgling sounds turned me on while his slobber drenched my bush. He didn't fight it, which said it all. My dirty dad. Fuck, I loved this man with all my heart. I'd die for him... After a few more thrusts, I grunted and flooded his slobbery mouth. "Fuck..." I said through gnashed teeth, the euphoria coursing through my entire body and numbing my mind into a state of sexual oblivion. I caught my breath, my body twitching from the remains of my orgasm. I could easily fall asleep from the deep relaxation. Dad swallowed it all, sounding satisfied. I scooped all of his cum off my leg and licked it off my fingers, the taste of my father's seed that had given me life. Bitter, sweet, whatever the taste, it didn't matter. Dad's cum held so much meaning. "Glad you love my cum because I love yours." He snuggled with me while I still lay on my back, his leg over mine. He kissed my chest in the tenderest way, planting fatherly kisses all over me that made me melt with pure love. He kissed my lips and made out with me for a while, the lightly-funky smell of my ass all over his face. Just when my cock had started deflating, I was getting horny again. This time, I turned toward him and flipped him around until he was on his flat belly. I pinned him down with the front of my body against his back, my rising erection like a hotdog between his hot buns. Kissing and licking his ear, I whispered, "Mine." I froze, my eyes bulged. Shit, I hadn't really added a Spanish accent to it like Carlos was supposed to have. I'd been good all night until now. Fuck! "All yours, Carlos." Dad sounded so horny again that he probably hadn't noticed, which filled my heart with immense relief. He pushed his small ass against my big cock, moving his hips as a way to show how much he hungered for me. "You know, I was thinking the other day. While I can't quit my sex work because it's my biggest income, would you ever consider recording some videos with me? I'd even be willing to give up on getting fucked by others if you agree to be my sex partner. Unless you want to share me, of course. Either or." Oh, Dad...fuck. He was really, really falling for me. Just like I was, deeply so. How would it even work? I'd totally do it for him, but I'd be outed even with a mask on. For starters, I was pasty and not tan like Carlos. Plus, it'd be obvious I was someone else since Dad would have to see the videos, even if he were blindfolded during the sex. I attempted a fake Spanish accent. "I don't know." I continued humping him from behind, kissing his neck with the occasional gentle bite. "Okay, well, think about it. Let me know what you decide. We can even come up with kinky themes like you being my little sister's husband or adopted son or whatever, I don't care." Adopted son? Hmm. I suddenly had to fish for more. He already knew I was younger, which clearly meant he was open to my age despite being with many men his own age. "I like the son idea." "Yeah?" Was he intrigued? Horny? The way he'd said in that tone, I wondered. Maybe it wasn't just an idea. Maybe he was turned on by incest but didn't want to explicitly state it. "Yeah. I call you Dad." "Sounds like you're really opening up to this idea, and if that's what it takes for you to partner with me, hey, I'm all for it. You can call me Dad or Daddy anytime." My heart raced from the nervousness of actually being expected to record with him. But it melted with both relief and love because I could actually call him Dad like I always did. It was a start. Now, I'd use it to my advantage and gradually get him to open his mind to incest. After all, it was legal here in Cestin Island, even if it was heavily frowned upon. I rubbed my leaking cock between his cheeks and nibbled his earlobe. "Dad..." "Oh, son." "I wish you were my real dad." Testing the waters. He chuckled. "I'm starting to realize you're kinkier than I thought." "Question?" I had to ask. I had to see where I could take this, little by little. "Of course, Carlos. You don't have to ask. You own me when we're together, remember? What you say goes." That last part. I hoped it was true. "Would you...have sex with your real family?" It took Dad a moment to respond, but I wasn't sure how he felt about my question kadıköy travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info/) because of it being pitch-dark in his room. He sighed. "I don't know." "It doesn't bother me. I promise." "I know. It's not that." Another pause, a longer one. "I've had thoughts." I wasn't sure how far to push this, but I wanted to know everything. Thoughts about who? Me, hopefully? Our whole family was White, yet he preferred men of color. So, it gave me hope that I could actually be an exception. His answers would determine whether it was safe for me to come out as his son. Though, given the betrayal, I was scared. What if he never talked to me again? "Use me, Carlos." That horny tone again. Dad wanted his son, and he didn't know it. I lowered myself to my knees so that his ass met my face, and I dove into his crack. I loved his butt, his taste, his submission. "This is going to sound crazy, but...I'd do everything you say if you and I made it official. Like, you know, if we were boyfriends. Nasty, kinky, whatever. I'd do it for you." Hmm. That did give me hope. Maybe I could influence him to at least toy with the idea of letting his own son fuck him. Munching on his ass for a while, I stopped and whispered, "I like real incest." "Yeah?" That horny tone again, letting me know he was open to anything. I hoped so anyway. "Yeah." I stabbed his used hole with my tongue, really getting it up in there. I kneaded his cheeks while I rimmed him. He moaned. "You make me feel so good." I ate him like the best feast I'd ever had. I could live inside this gorgeous ass, sleep with my tongue inside it all night. If only that were actually possible. I lifted myself, still on my knees, and I rubbed the precum I'd produced all over my cock to use as lube combined with Dad's wet hole. I aimed the head toward his butt and pressed it against his loose pucker. With ease, I slid inside him and started fucking him good, moving my body in a medium pace while still leaning against his back. "Fuck me, Carlos. Breed my dad butt." I thrust into him and kissed the nape of his damp neck, the temperature rising again. I slowly pounded him until we sweat, his raw smells intensifying and pleasing my senses. I loved fucking my father. He was the real love of my life, but tonight, he was my dirty slut to use for my own pleasure. A submissive father obeying his son. If only he could know the truth and accept it. But for now, I'd fuck him every chance I got. Dad moaned. "Damn, I love your big cock in me. You really know how to fuck. I don't even want you to pull out when you come." I'd love to sleep like this with him, me being inside him while holding his lean body in my arms. It was weird how fathers were supposed to protect their sons, and he'd done so during my childhood and teen years. But now that I was a man, the tables had turned. I'd protect him and give him all the love he deserved to have. He wasn't just a great father; he was the best and most-meaningful existence to me. I sped up my movements until his ass cheeks clapped against mine from each pounding, giving it to him like my dirty daddy slut for the night. "Fuck, Carlos, ungh, fucking use my hole." I grunted, slamming into him, and his loud moans turned me on more. This daddy butt was all mine, and I loved taking advantage of him just like he wanted. I could only imagine how much hotter it would've been had he known and accepted that his own son was taking him from behind. His cock had created me with his seed, only for his creation to own him with so much control. His submission complimented the dominance I loved having over him. He'd willingly submitted to me, albeit thinking of me as someone else. "Fuck, yeah, Carlos! Fuck me! Breed me like a dirty slut!" I was close now, and the more I pounded him, the closer I got. My puffs of breaths grew hard, and I lost it. I fucking lost myself in this deep, incestuous lust mixed with love. I gave his hole a few more rams and finally flooded his anal walls, marking him with my own seed while I was whacked with the pleasure-inducing climax. This man, my creator, was mine. Betrayal or not, I'd continue fighting to win his love beyond a familial sense. Maybe I really was possessive, but I didn't care. I needed my father in every sense of the word. Exhausted, I collapsed on his sweaty back and held him tightly in my arms, our bodies sticky with sweat that exuded a strong musk. We smelled like raw men, stinky but in a hot way. I kissed his neck and licked the sweat off for the natural, salty taste of my submissive creator. I sucked more of his sweaty neck, loving the taste. Dad moaned. "Spending the night tonight, I hope?" "Yeah." "Good." "You do anything for me?" "Of course, Carlos. Anything." "Then...real incest. You and a family member." He paused for a bit. "Okay. Anything you say. But who? I don't know anyone who'd agree to it." Oh, shit! My heart was racing at the very-real possibility that he could actually be open to letting the real me fuck him with his knowledge. Maybe I could finally ditch Carlos for good and show him true love from his own son. I was so horny too, and it made me bolder. "Your son." It took him a longer moment to say anything, making me wonder. "I don't think he'd want that." "Maybe he does?" "I don't know. But I'll tell you this much. Even if he did want to?and I'd do it for you, by the way?I don't ever want to lose you. Carlos...I'm in love with you. I'd even marry you if you asked me." My eyes bulged. Shit... "I know, I know, it's bakırköy travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info/) fucking fast. Believe me, I'm not trying to scare you off at all, and I definitely don't mean now. But I can't help how I feel. You're everything I've ever wanted in a man. I love your personality, your looks. And you make the best love to me than any other man ever has. I want you in my life, Carlos." His emotional tone and heartfelt words were too much. How ironic that I'd hoped all this time he'd agree to let his own son fuck him. Now that he'd confirmed he'd do it, Carlos was everything to him. Fuck! I was desperate, trying really hard to keep up with this casual relationship. But this was on my mind now, and it was bothering me. "You should love your son." "Oh, I do. Believe me, he comes first. I love him more than my life. But I'm not in love with him if that's what you mean." "You should." "...I should what? Be in love with him?" "Yeah." He paused, then sighed. "I don't know if that's possible." "It happens in this world." "I know it does. I've heard stories. In fact, one of my good friends is emotionally married to his son. They've lived together like lovers for many years. Granted, his son is older than mine, but still. So, I know it's technically possible. Just not with me." My heart cracked from those words, the harsh reality. If I walked away now without at least spending one more night with him in bed, Dad would suspect everything. Now, I was left with no choice but to look for a real Latino online, someone who perfectly resembled Carlos in every way. And what were the odds of him actually being named Carlos? Unless... "I have a proposition," I said. "Okay, what is it?" "If your son will agree to fuck you and you can have a sexual bond with him for life..." I paused, my heart pounding from the desperation of doing anything to be with Dad. "I'll marry you. I promise." "...Really?" Was that a hopeful tone? "You really like incest that much?" Think, think, think! I sighed. "I wanted my father years ago. But he didn't feel the same. It killed me for a long time. Don't do that to your son." "Carlos...oh, I'm sorry to hear that, but...even if I was in love with my son, I don't think he wants me like that anyway." If he only knew. "Does he go on apps?" Dad chuckled. "Yeah, and we often end up as matches for each other. Weird, I know." "Not weird. See? That's fate!" Dad laughed. "Carlos, please. It's just a system. It doesn't know we're really father and son." After a pause, thinking long and hard, I came up with an idea, still desperate to resolve this. I needed Dad. I'd never give up fighting for his love. Even if I managed to find a real Carlos for him, I'd do everything in my power to win my father's love. He was my all, and I needed him to see that. "You know..." I made sure to maintain my Spanish accent, as hard as it was. I had to constantly remind myself not to slip into my real one. "A young jock who lives nearby messaged me on one of those apps. He looks just like you in the face but bigger with more muscles, so I don't know if he's your son." "Hmm, could be. Is his username AmericanNordyJock?" Bingo! I let out a dramatic gasp. "Yes!" Dad chuckled. "I guess I'm not shocked given that we're on the same apps." Then, he paused for a moment. "But are you...actually involved? Like, did you guys hook up?" Was he jealous? His tone was more serious. Still desperate, I said, "No. On the contrary, he told me things that I don't think you want to know." "Well, I don't like to pry just like I don't like him prying. His business is his business, and mine is mine." Fuck, fuck. Wait... "It involves you," I said, "but I understand. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." "Wait, okay, now that it involves me, you kind of do have to tell me." Was he upset? I didn't think so, but he was definitely still serious. "You might feel uncomfortable with the truth." "Try me. Anything that involves me and my son, I need to know." I inhaled, held my breath, and exhaled. I only hoped it'd work. "He wants to fuck you real bad and talks about it a lot. Now you know why I brought up incest because I suspected he was your son." I could hear Dad lightly breathing in shock, like clipped little puffs. "Oh." I held him tighter in my arms and kissed him. "If you need time, I'll let you think about it. But I think you should let him do it. Don't make the same mistake my dad did. He missed out on the greatest love he could've ever had." Dad swallowed and said nothing for quite a while. "If I do this, Carlos...you promise I'm officially yours like you said?" "I promise." "I mean, you know. With the idea that we'd eventually get married because of what I'm actually doing for you." I'd really put myself in such a sticky situation. But it was my fault, and all because I wanted Dad in a way most sons didn't want their fathers. I loved him, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him as more than just father and son. Which meant I officially had to make Carlos come to life as soon as possible. I'd find a hot Latino jock who looked like Carlos; I wouldn't give up. "Yeah. I mean it." A moment later, Dad said, "Okay. Talk to my son and tell him I'm ready whenever he is. I'm really trusting you with this, Carlos. Please don't ever toy with me because that's one thing I can't forgive." My dream was finally coming true. Well, it kind of already had, but I wouldn't have to hide it anymore as long as I found a real Carlos. I might even have to pay this guy to help me carry on this lie, this betrayal, since he might have to marry Dad. Yep, a really, really shitty son I was. 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